Actually, if Lan Yuchu hadn't helped her just now, she would have gone up and started arguing with him too.

She's not one to suffer a loss.

She had only done so because she was afraid that Lan Yuchu and his family would suspect her identity.

But now she feels it's unnecessary; it's normal for one's personality to change with life.

“You’re so weak, how can you handle this? You’ve been bullied by Shen Qingmiao for three years without saying a word, not even your parents know.” Lan Yuchu didn’t believe Lin Qiyue’s words: “Besides, I’m your husband. If I don’t even stand up for you when you’re being bullied, I’m not a qualified husband.”

In his dictionary, his family and his wife must never be bullied.

Over the years, Lin Qiyue has already suffered too much; he can't let her suffer any more.

Lin Qiyue couldn't win an argument with him, and feeling frustrated, she pouted.

"Don't worry, once we get to the family compound, no one will bully you. The women there are all very easy to get along with," Lan Yuchu quickly reassured Lin Qiyue.

"I don't believe you for a second. Where there are women, there will be a lot of trouble," Lin Qiyue thought to herself.

"Honey, you treat me well, so I'm not afraid of being wronged." That's how men love to be coquettish.

As expected, upon hearing Jiao Jiao's voice, Lan Yuchu looked down at her and tightened his grip on her small hand.

I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a lot of things for girls.

I bought two boxes of face cream, and also some soap and shower gel.

She remembered that she needed to make some underwear, since the small clothes she was wearing at this time were not very comfortable. She thought she would buy some suitable fabric and sew them herself.

Lan Yuchu is so good to me, I can't just not buy him anything.